"Just left." Zi Qianmo said in a deep voice.

"Not far yet." Mo Yan's black pupils crossed a fierce color.

In terms of tracking technology, Mo Yan is still very strong.

He glanced at the open back window, then jumped out of the back window and chased him out.

Mo Qiu is a four-story building where he lives.

With Mo Yan's cultivation today, let alone jumping from the fourth floor, even if he jumps from the fourteenth floor, there will be no pressure.

Ziqian Mo is the same.

Immediately behind Mo Yan, he quickly chased after him.

Chased all the way to the south, and chased out the sphere of influence of Xuanwu Street, about three kilometers away, in front of which was a forest that covered the sky and the sun, and the forest was overgrown with vines and thorny shrubs.

The road is very difficult to walk.

"It should be right here." Mo Yan flicked his big hand in the air, and vaguely grasped something, it was an extremely thin and shallow spiritual power silk thread, which belonged to Mo Qiu alone, "Be careful, let's go in." ”

"Hmm."

Zi Qianmo nodded and followed.

There is no road.

There were only knee-high, thorny grass.

Mo Yan walked ahead, swept the way with the Burning Xi Blue Sword, and cut off and shredded the thorny vines and thorns, and cleared them as obstacles.

[His Royal Highness the Demon King, long time no see. 】

A voice appeared in my mind, containing joy.

Zi Qianmo was concentrating on finding someone, and when he heard the voice, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and glanced around, but he didn't find a third person other than Mo Yan, or a demon.

[Here, here, it's me, His Royal Highness the Demon King, I'm the Burning Xi Blue Sword. 】

The voice reappeared, with an embarrassed smile.

Ziqian Mo →_→

His gaze was fixed on the sword in Mo Yan's hand that was used to weed.

On the sword body of the Burning Xi Blue Sword, a bitter expression suddenly condensed.

Zi Qianmo: "......"

Okay.

You don't want to be used as a hoe to weed, this demon already understands.

Burning Xi Lan Jian said bitterly: [His Royal Highness the Demon King, is my sister okay lately? 】

Zi Qianmo nodded: [Xiaofei is very good, and her cultivation has improved. 】

She said that it was her burning sword.

Because Xiaofei is more gossipy, she babbles when she has nothing to do on weekdays, Zi Qianmo dislikes her for being noisy, and rarely takes her out, and throws her directly into the Zi Fei Ancestor Space Ring, letting her cultivate by herself, and strive to cultivate into a human form as soon as possible.

"yes, that's great. I'm going to have to work hard. The Burning Xi Blue Sword was obviously inspired, [Isn't it just weeding, cultivation is not divided between high and low, and you have to start from the smallest place. 】

Zi Qianmo: "......"

Isn't your consciousness a little too high?

Mo Dayan, it's clear that he just uses you as a lawn mower, and he doesn't have any intention of training you.

I walked forward for about five minutes.

The color of the air began to be a little wrong, showing an abnormal pale yellow, and even a faint halo under the refraction of sunlight.

"Hold your breath! It's a miasma! ”

Zi Qianmo looked at him, took a step forward, stretched out his little hand, stood on tiptoe, and covered Mo Yan's mouth and nose.

Mo Yan was stunned.

The warm, slippery touch made him feel refreshed.

She cared about him.

He was deeply touched by his eagerness to protect him.

Not for the first time.

Before, she repelled Moxia and detoxified the poison that sealed his throat with blood in his office, and it was the same.